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Do Vacations Equal Diet Disaster?

Wednesday, February 13th, 2013

Cynthia Roelle, mom to a 2-year-old daughter and award-winning photographer, shares her saga to lose the “baby weight” and reunite with her formerly slender self.

Before my husband and I had our daughter we used to travel a lot. Together we’ve been to 40 countries, give or take.

But as all parents discover, a baby changes the landscape. A simple walk in the park requires advanced planning. An overnight trip becomes a complex operation involving the repositioning of about 500 pounds of crap.

At some point you come to realize that “vacations” equal torture. There’s nothing relaxing or adventurous about them. A vacation with a little one is nothing more than an exercise of endurance. Consequently, we haven’t hazarded a real vacation in two-and-a-half years.

Then, last month my husband surprised me with a two-week trip to Ecuador. You’d think I would have been thrilled, right?

You’d be wrong. My first thought was “ah crap, there goes my diet.” I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the reaction my husband was hoping for.

Here’s the deal. I spent the last two-and-a-half years being 25 pounds overweight. Last fall I finally got sick of my fat ass and decided to get serious about losing weight.

Two-and-a-half months later I hit my goal weight. I lost the entire 25 pounds.

I still can’t believe it. I keep expecting to step on the scale only to find I’ve gained it all back. Like, in one day. Or on a 2-week vacation.

I’m happy to say that didn’t happen. After we returned from Ecuador I was afraid to step on the scale. I avoided it for days. When I finally mustered the courage I found I hadn’t gained a single pound. Truly, I was in shock. Apparently, vacations do not mean certain diet disaster.

Laziness, however, does. Since we returned home two weeks ago I’ve been more than a little lazy. I can’t remember the last time I worked out and, big fat surprise, I’ve actually gained a couple of pounds.

So, starting immediately, I’m back on the wagon. I’m going to lose the lazy weight and then, if all goes well, maybe a few more pounds. I have a pile of skinny girl pants I’m determined to fit into again (even if I never actually wear them). I’ll keep you posted on my progress.

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10 Things I’m Thankful for This Thanksgiving

Wednesday, November 21st, 2012

Cynthia Roelle, mom to a 2-year-old daughter and award-winning photographer, shares her saga to lose the “baby weight” and reunite with her formerly slender self.

There can’t be much worse for my diet than a holiday synonymous with gluttonous overeating. I could spend today chewing over the setback tomorrow could bring. Or I could focus on what I have to be thankful for about my weight loss plan. I chose the latter.

10. I’m thankful I had only 25 pounds to lose. That is, as opposed to 30, 40, 50 or more.

9. I’m thankful for my husband, most days. When I told my husband I wanted to lose 25 pounds he said all the right things. It’s just that, well, he kept talking. For some reason he felt compelled to point out how hard it was going to be to stick to my plan through the holidays. I could have punched him. When I started back in September the holidays weren’t on my radar.

8. I’m thankful for crappy Halloween candy. Halloween could have been a nightmare but for the fact that I waited until the last hour to buy candy. You know, when the selection was crap. Forget doling it out a piece at a time. We gave it away by the fistfuls. Every last piece. There was no bucketful of leftovers to tempt me through New Year’s.

7. I’m thankful I started my diet when I did. Come January 2nd, when the gym is packed with walking New Year’s Resolutions, I’ll be just one week away from my goal weight.

6. I’m thankful for Lose It! It’s an app. It’s free. And I’m here to tell you it is gold money. I’ve already lost 15 pounds.

5. I’m thankful I’ve already lost 15 pounds. I figured that was worth repeating. It’s like a whole turkey.

4. I’m thankful for tofu, but not tofurky. My brother-in-law is so worried I’ll be serving tofurky tomorrow he’s planning to bring his own bird. As a quasi-vegetarian I enjoy a soggy block of tofu as much as the next guy but tofurky just doesn’t cut the mustard.

3. I’m thankful I don’t own elastic waistband pants. If ever there was a day to be thankful for the elastic waistband, surely it is Thanksgiving. But I’m thankful that even in my darkest, fattest hour, I never succumbed to this fashion catastrophe.

2. I’m thankful I won’t be serving muffin tops with Thanksgiving dinner. I can probably speak for everyone at our table on this one. Having pants that fit is definitely something to be thankful for.

1. I’m thankful for my baby, despite the baby weight. There’s no amount of weight to be gained or lost that could change how thankful I am for my sweet little girl. She’s worth every last ounce, and then some.

Diet-wise, that just about rounds out the holiday for me. If you’re also dieting through the holidays, let me know what you’re thankful for. And if you have any tips to get through tomorrow I’d like to hear those too!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Why I’m Sick Of Being Fat

Wednesday, October 24th, 2012

Hey guys! Jill here. I want to introduce you to a good friend of mine who is going to be blogging for me every other week. I’m so excited for her to share her funny stories and sagas. She has an incredibly interesting life that you’ll get to know over time. But right now, she is working on losing the baby weight and is looking for suggestions. Here’s…Cynthia!

Cynthia Roelle, mom to a 2-year-old daughter and award-winning photographer, shares her saga to lose the “baby weight” and reunite with her formerly slender self.

If my friend Jill can blog about her embarrassing pregnancy problem, taking antidepressants while pregnant, losing her mom and her rather gruesome labor story, then surely I can be candid too. So here’s my confession:

My ass is fat.

Okay, so it’s not quite on par with Jill’s divulgences. It’s hardly private; anyone can see I have a fat ass. But still, it’s hard to admit.

After my daughter was born people would tell me how good I looked for just having had a baby. Truth be told, they were right. I didn’t gain a ton during my pregnancy and I’m tall (5’8”) so the extra pounds were easy to hide. In maternity clothes.

Unfortunately, I’m past the point where it’s socially acceptable to wear maternity clothes. For one thing, I’m not pregnant and for another, my baby turned two in July.

That leaves me with exactly two things in my closet I can squeeze my fat ass into. Both are post-pregnancy purchases. Both are pretty worn. And both are getting tighter by the day. Therein lies the rub:

I refuse to buy any more fat clothes. I am not that person. Besides, I have a closet full of beautiful clothes. They just don’t fit. Too bad they’ll be hopelessly out of fashion when my fat no longer bulges the buttons and strains the seams. But that’s a problem for another day.

Right now I’m sick of using my daughter as an excuse for not exercising, I’m sick of looking like a dumpy hausfrau and I’m sick of having a closet full of clothes I can’t wear. Bottom line: I’m sick of being fat.

Just how fat are we talking? Here’s a visual: I’m about two 10-pound bags of sugar, one 4-pound bag plus another 1-pound box of sugar over my goal weight. In case you weren’t adding, that’s 25 pounds. On my ass. Sugar buns, it is not.

I may not have the brass pair that Jill has but there it is. My ass is fat and I’m sick of it, but I have a plan. (A butt plan, if you will.) One pound per week for 25 weeks, sooner if all goes well. If Jill will indulge me, I’ll check in with updates on my progress. And when it’s all said and done, I’ll even let you know how I did it.

In the meantime, I want to hear from you if you’ve ever used your child as an excuse for being fat!

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